Scary....my bones still feel jello-like

This morning's drive in to work was quite scary. If I had paid more attention to the weather forecast I might have heard that the road conditions were pretty bad. As it was, I took the secondary road I always take and wound up with one of the scariest drives to the interstate that I've ever experienced. Again, I repeat, if I had paid more attention, I would have taken the primary road (which is a longer drive) and have been a lot safer. So, let me begin by saying that the city roads were only wet this morning. There was a light dusting of fresh snow on the ground, but nothing to be concerned about. The temps are in the low 30's so I didn't think that the roads would be too icy - probably only in patches and on bridges, etc. Boy was I WRONG! As I left town, I ended up behind a city truck spraying salt and the ice melt on the road. I thought they were being overly cautious and continued on my way. I hadn't even gone one mile when I began losing control of my truck. I realized that the "wet" road was actually black ice and slowed down a bit. Another half mile down the road, I got stuck behind a very slow car going uphill. I was just taking it easy, not driving recklessly, when my truck suddenly veered slightly into the oncoming lane. I immediately backed off the gas and took the hill at a slower speed. The same thing happened on the next hill so I slowed down even more. Another half mile, I've reduced my speed down to 35 mph and my truck starts fishtailing. I slow down 25 mph. Another mile or so, I completely lose control and I'm fishtailing into oncoming traffic, then onto the shoulder, back into oncoming traffic and onto the shoulder. The slightest correction of the wheel would send me into even more fishtailing and I just knew it was not going to be a good outcome. So, I accepted the inevitable, put the truck into neutral, got the steering wheel straightened (I was almost completely on the shoulder at this point) and loosened my grip....waiting to see what would happen next. Miraculously I found traction on the shoulder and was able to pull back out on the road, but within a half mile I had to pull over because I was shaking too much to continue. I called my supervisor and told her I would be in late because it was VERY slick. I sat for a few minutes and then pulled back out, only going 20 mph the rest of the way to the interstate. Ironically, the interstate was fine. It was a little wet and there were a few places where I saw the gloss of ice, but enough traffic had been by that morning that the pavement had heated up and melted most of the ice. I made it into work only 15 min. late but very relieved to finally have my commute at an end. All I can say is that stuff had better melt before I head home tonight!